ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND I MERELY READ

Jeeves gets peeves,

Bertie is shirty.

The empress of Blandings

Is without her moorings.

And I am forlorn,

For my Wodehouse, I mourn.



Note :- I must acknowledge the contribution of my son Santosh, then about 12 years old in the composing of this little verse or whatever you may choose to call it.